As I sit in class, all I do is stare at the clock and try to ignore the laughs and rude comments. "I just have to make it five more minutes, then I'll feel better" I tell myself. Of course five minutes never could go by very fast.
After what seem like an eternity, the bell finally rings. I grab my stuff and almost sprint to the old abandoned girls bathroom.No one ever goes in there because the toilets don't flush so I should be safe.
The second the door swings shut behind me I pull my blade out of my purse and roll up my sleeve. I dig the blade into my skin and watch as the blood drips to the floor. 'Ahhh, that feels better.' I think to myself. After a few more cuts to relieve my emotional pain, I grab a paper towel, wipe my arm, clean up the floor, and out away my blade.
As I walk out into the hall I realize that I have PE next. "Crap..." I mutter to myself, thinking about the fresh cuts on my arm. Then it occurs to me that it doesn't matter because no one really cares anyway.
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